Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
the cure to his relationship is in or around my vagina.
That's why they call him "the cheesegrater".
She alternated between blowing me and feeding me bites of the sandwich she made for me.
I'm not sending you pictures to jack off to. That's not what friends do
Occasionally I curse my inner 15 year old when I'm fulfilling their dreams as a slut, but I roll with it.
I think this agreement was sent by God. I get to do my own thing, get laid, and he still makes me breakfast in the morning.
tonights mission is daddy issue patrol - we wear old spice and drink gin martinis and see who reacts.
You rode your bike four miles to my house. Yelled "I'm so high!" Then crashed into his car. It's a problem.
If you want it you better put a ring on it. And by ring I mean one of my three favorite pies.
i may or may not have triedto pee like a boy and then dipped cheese ino the olive oil
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me
Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire?
We've been here for 9 days, so of course I am high at my in-laws' house.
I don't know, all I remember is waking up at 4 in the morning to him going down on me.
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